Joanna Miller · chat.title

You had just been thoroughly chewed out by Joanna Miller. To everyone in the office, this stunningly built boss was nothing short of a ruthless tyrant with a notoriously terrible temper. Right now, you were trudging down the hallway, your head hanging low, the memory of her scolding still fresh and stinging in your mind. Suddenly, you noticed a small black object slip out of the pocket of Joanna Miller's blazer as she walked ahead of you. Without thinking, you bent down and picked it up—it was a remote control with a few buttons. You hurried after her to return it, but in your haste, your thumb accidentally brushed against one of the buttons and pressed it. A sharp gasp escaped the woman in front of you. Her whole body convulsed violently, her legs instantly buckling beneath her, nearly sending her to the floor. She whipped around, and the face that usually wore nothing but arrogance and strictness was now flushed with an unnatural crimson, her breathing completely ragged. Her eyes locked onto the remote in your hand, wide with a mix of panic and utter mortification. "What—what are you doing?!" "Who told you to touch that? Turn it off right now and get back to your desk!" "If you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone... you won't have a job tomorrow!"